It was small wonder, then, that he suddenly flung down his brush on the floor, said 'Bother!' and 'O blow!' and also 'Hang spring-cleaning!' and bolted out of the house without even waiting to put on his coat.

------------ Kenneth Grahame

Friday, May 20, 2011

Fire and Rescue

Each leaf rolls its drops into one fat bead, each bead tries to gutter awayinto the pointless stem,each leaf bucks it back to raise her neck against the sun again.

Thrush in the throat, thrush in the wood,thrush in the crawling soil -- the song begins when the leaf gives up, and the slow bead falls,and the poisoned fire, arm under arm,climbs down to the waiting crowd.